Killing a Generation to Save a Planet
How the 90s forged the final coffin nails for the human race
There are a lot of things I don’t understand.
I don’t understand how Dairy Queen stays open. Every-time I go there, no matter the time of day, I’m the only one getting food and there are like 10 employees in the store and its fully stocked with ice cream cakes I never see anyone purchase.
I don’t understand how water and sewage systems work. I’m assuming someone does, I mean, it’s not like we’d put ourselves into a position where we’d slowly run out of water because of mismanagement and overuse. We’d all die. Surely someone is on top of this.
I don’t understand how landfills just keep collecting and burying all of our garbage. Every time I go to the landfill it looks exactly the same. At what point does a massive burial mound of garbage start looking like a massive burial mound of garbage?
I don’t understand recycling either. I read somewhere that the majority of people who recycle don’t separate their recycling correctly. And cities don’t have the resources to do this themselves, so the recycling companies just dump unsorted recycling back into the garbage. That story left me with a hopeless void pit deep in my gut. It made me wonder if there was ever a chance in hell that we’d actually come out the other side just…
